The dark fire continued to flicker, and hellish breathing came from the shadows not far away. Andre signaled a Northernland soldier to go and investigate.
Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and watched as the soldier slowly moved forward a few steps and threw the torch in his hand. The firelight fell to the ground, and the twisted face like a rotten corpse flashed past, accompanied by a suppressed and heavy trampling sound. The terrifying body of Devourer Silt poked out from the shadows, just like a reptile-like twisted column of shadows crawling out of the darkness of the corridor.
Liam had never seen such a horrifying scene before. He could clearly see Silt's burning torso through its ferocious ribs. Although the green flames burned violently, all he could feel was the rot and coldness attached to it. When he reacted, a slender and ferocious whip tail pierced his body, and he was hung in the air like a rag doll. Green flames were gradually spread from Sirte's torso to the end of his tail. Liam Wailed in the fire, then turned to ashes.
"Fire arrows", the dense screams of arrows are mixed with human anger and fear. However, after hitting the target, they all fall to the ground.
Green light flashed past, and Silt suddenly kicked hard on the ground, running rampant among the people as if going crazy, leaving an afterimage faintly in everyone's sight.
"Guards of Ulthuan, line up, spearmen in front, cover the saint..." A green blade pierced the neck of the guard captain... and the order was suddenly heard. end,
At this moment, Fang Wensi was mixed in the crowd of people fleeing in panic. Like the Northernlanders around him, they all wanted to stay away from this evil spirit from hell.
But they saw Sirt quickly knocking through the spear array formed by Ulthuan's guards, shaking slightly, tearing apart the stubborn guards in front of him, and rushing towards the fleeing crowd. Fang Wensi could clearly feel it. The approaching tremors and the shrill screams behind him made him subconsciously look back. The sharp fangs flashing in forest white came into his eyes. The strong aura of death made Fang Wensi's feet weaken and he fell to the ground. ,
Immediately afterwards, ten sharp red light blades shot out from behind him, and the strong force knocked Silt to the ground. Carlos took the opportunity to drag Fang Wensi behind him, who was lying on the ground.
Silt rolled to his feet, stared at the fiery sword in Carlos's hand, let out a roar, and turned around to pursue him. Carlos' palms trembled slightly, and three cyan wind blades flashed out, and a burst of cyan light suddenly appeared in the void. , accompanied by the violent clash of energy, Sirte's huge outline emerged ferociously, and then disappeared,
"Extinguish the fire of its soul, Carlos", Voroshilov helped the frightened Fang Wensi up and shouted to Carlos loudly.
Silt was the first to move, trying to avoid Carlos who was burning with fighting spirit at a ghostly speed, but was tightly held back by Carlos who was coming from behind. Carlos drew back and struck out with his sword, blocking the attack that was coming towards him. The violent collision of his fangs caused bursts of sparks, and he deflected the sword blade with his backhand, tearing apart Sirte's terrifying cheekbones.
As if unaware of the pain, the Devouring Soul dodged back and attacked with a giant claw. Carlos swung the sword sideways, stabilized his body, and then stood with the sword horizontally. The blade gradually made a faint sound as the fighting spirit gathered. , the abscess-covered limbs of the Devouring Soul were shattered in an instant, and they were approaching rapidly with the flying arrows of the sword... Sensing the terrifying power contained in the red light, Sirte reached out with the tail of his whip, thinking To block that red light in a hurry,
The sword fell and its tail was broken. Silt fell heavily on the ground due to his imbalance. Carlos did not hesitate at all. He once again concentrated his fighting spirit on the blade and followed the gaps between the exposed ribs of the Devouring Spirit, fiercely. It pierced into the deep green flames. In an instant, everything was silent, and the fire of the netherworld disappeared in surprise.
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A ray of light diffused from Voroshilov's hand, and the particles of light wandered disorderly in the dark corridor, gradually dispelling the darkness, "What is this?" Fang Wensi's eyesight After adapting to the alternation of darkness and light, he asked Voroshilov beside him,
"Glorious Dust," Voroshilov's tone seemed to lack the joy of surviving the disaster, "We are safe, for the time being..."
"The Gale Sword Master is worthy of being a legend of Hildelia." Andre led a group of soldiers to surround him, his words filled with admiration.
Seeing this fat man looking for a picture, Fang Wensi couldn't help complaining: "I said, General Andre, is this the best of the best you call him?"
Andre was shocked when he heard this, and quickly knelt down on the ground, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty the Holy Son." All the soldiers accompanying him knelt down one after another, extending to the end of Fang Wensi's sight.
"I just got so excited casually, how can I return it?" Fang Wensi had never seen such a show of strength before, and was a little at a loss for a moment, "You...get up quickly", Andre was relieved when he heard this, and he stood up and was about to say What, was interrupted by Voroshilov,
"Your Majesty the Holy Son, the ceremony has begun."
Fang Wensi knew that this was the final stage of the exorcism ceremony, and hurriedly walked to Voroshilov's side. Carlos still suppressed the weak Sirte, and the soldiers of Northenland also followed Andre and whispered. They gathered around.
"Ignore any sound you hear for a while." Voroshilov lit the Luojia leaf in his hand and handed the St. John's Bell to Fang Wensi, accompanied by a bitter breath, as if it was a warning,
"Supreme Light, protect your followers from evil deeds",
"With sincerity and strength, eliminate greed and curses",
Seeing the purification magic condensed in Voroshilov's palm sinking into Sirte's head, Fang Wensi hurriedly rang the St. John's bell, "ding...",
"The Lord of Light is with me to destroy evil spirits and evil deeds harboring greed and malice."
"The Lord is my Shepherd and I will be with the Lord",
"Ding"...
"Confess in the name of all the archangels and saints protected by light,"
"In the name of the Holy One, the Holy Spirit, the Saint, my holy name," Voroshilov paused, and then Fang Wensi whispered: "Say your holy name."
Fang Wensi was stunned, thought for a moment, and then continued with the exorcism words: "I, my holy name is Lu Fang."
"Expelling one of the ten living creatures, the most greedy image of evil spirits, the Devourer-Sirt",
"In the name of the god of light, Tiheros, purify the enchanted Dilo..." Before Fang Wensi had time to ring the last St. John's bell, a desolate rhythm seemed to penetrate the eternal void and hit from all directions.
Voroshilov Sydelin, holy name Milan, there are more things in this world that you should be afraid of than your poor faith...
You are surrounded by people who care about you and teach you, but you ruined their good intentions. Now you are completely alone, but it seems that you won't be alone for long...
"I won't be afraid of you anymore",
Run away, aren't you very good at it, just like Neil did twenty reincarnations ago when he returned, run away...
"Voroshilov, have you been here?"
Fang Wensi was a little confused. The evil spirit's whisper was full of ridicule, but it seemed to be telling another unbearable fact.
"I don't want to listen to your orders. You can never order me again." Voroshilov did not respond to Fang Wensi, but said to himself crazily.
"Why run away, Sidlin?" The evil spirit's whisper suddenly transformed into an old man's voice...
Voroshilov seemed to be enduring extreme pain, covering his head and sobbing, "Go away, you are already dead, Delos",
"My godfather..."
Fang Wensi hurriedly prepared to ring the last syllable of the St. John's Bell. Suddenly Sirte struggled to his feet and used his severed tail burning with green fireworks to sweep away the people presiding over the exorcism ceremony. Fang Wensi only felt a flash in front of his eyes. Black, and then fell heavily to the ground.
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"Your Highness the Holy Son," a familiar voice kept calling in my ears, mixed with ethereal whispers and desolate ringtones, "It was the Holy Name that chose you, Evans."
Fang Wensi opened his eyes, but in front of him was an endless stretch of black, as if he had lost his vision. Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light shone in, as if being thrown into a warm ocean full of vitality. The inexplicable familiarity forced Fang Wensi to become one with it.
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Fang Wensi no longer paid attention to the frequent prompts from the system. He only felt a cluster of hot warmth spreading from his chest to his whole body, as if something was about to break out of his body.
There was light shining in a place very close and far away, and the halo in his sight blurred the silhouette of the figure not far away and the outline of Sirte. Fang Wensi, who was confused, picked up the broken sword scattered on the ground, and walked towards him with a staggering gait due to the contamination. A Northernland soldier struggling in the flames.
The tearing pain made Noct almost unable to move. Even Prestaff's severe cold could not make him succumb, but now he was panting and wailing like a dying antlered deer. Suddenly, a hand caressed my ulcerated forearm that was burned by the hellfire, and a trace of coolness seemed to spurt out from the depths of my soul. The pain was gone, and the terrifying green flame was extinguished.
Noct wanted to see clearly the person under the dazzling halo. It felt like looking directly at the sun. However, the light dimmed and the outline of the devil appeared behind the figure. In fear and panic, he saw in front of him The figure raised the broken sword in his hand to block, and then a pair of light wings unfolded from the gap between the swords. The holy and dazzling light instantly lit up the entire corridor.
"I saw the Lamb lift the veil of Eden, and the Key of Lu Fang opened the first of the seven seals." Carlos looked at the shadow of the angel in the void and the light reaching the dome, and muttered silently, "This is the one Prophecy? Menoglio",
Voroshilov snuggled under the stone pillar and watched the Northerners who believed in the North gods prostrate themselves on the ground, shouting for the blessing of light. Although some people even called the name of the God of Light wrong, but that was That kind of sincere piety made him melancholy for a long time.
Immediately, a wave of air radiated as the light pillar rapidly shrank, and with the majestic momentum, it collapsed the Elf Column supporting the mountain. In an instant, the ground shook and the mountain shook.
"Run quickly, this place is going to collapse." The light dissipated and darkness reunited.